06-20-2018, 04:49 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; color: #000; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 5px; width: 450px;"]INFO | Littlethorn was returning back to camp, prey in mouth, and he was numbed to the burning in his paw pads as he approached the freshkill pile. Dropping it down, his tail lashed nervously as he scanned the camp. Maybe there'd be messes to clean, elders den, moss to clean, check that no kits were running around. So much to do, so little time, he was too slow. Too slow. He had to... Go faster. Zipping around camp, checking each den, Littlethorn looked rather concerned.
//bad start but its mAde
[member=8804]moondust.[/member]
//bad start but its mAde
[member=8804]moondust.[/member]